Chapter 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
MAYA
Iwake up to the morning light shining through the blinds.
I can't believe I slept all night. Duncan isn't next to me.
At first, I start to panic and roll to look for my gun, then I hear the shower from the adjoining room.
I pad quietly into the bathroom. Through the glass doors, I see his back.
He turns and sees me and pushes the door open.
I climb in and drop to my knees. I've been waiting months to get his cock in my mouth again.
"Oh, baby," he growls. I gently take his cock in my hands and rub it. I lick the small drop of pre-cum off the head. I'm always amazed he fits in me, he's so large.
"Mmm." I moan as I slide my tongue from base to tip.
I grab his balls with one hand and hold his wet cock with my other as I slide him into my mouth.
He's too large for me to take him completely in my mouth, but I swallow as much of him as I can.
As my throat contracts around his broad head, I hear him groan.
I hollow my cheeks as I pull off and then suck him back in while my other hand massages his balls.
I concentrate on breathing through my nose so I can take him deeper.
"Baby, I don't want to come in your mouth, slow down.
" Like that's going to happen. I let go of his balls, wrap my arm around him, and start moving faster. I swallow him down into my throat as far as I can. He groans again, grabs my hair and starts guiding me. He pushes back in, going further back into my throat. I swallow his head and my throat contracts around the head of his cock again. Tears pop into my eyes as I fight my gag reflex. I look up and see his head has dropped back. He’s close. I quicken my pace.
"Baby, stop." I ignore his plea, pull back and do it again, sucking him further into my throat this time.
"Enough!" he practically yells. He grabs me under my arms and lifts me.
My mouth pops as I'm pulled off him. He plants me on the bench and kneels down in front of me.
He spreads my labia and immediately sucks my swollen clit into his mouth.
I start to grind myself against his face.
"Oh, Duncan, please," I scream as I orgasm. He lifts me up and pushes me against the wall as he enters me. God, I love it when he loses control. He's pistoning himself into me, his hips are moving so fast.
He growls. "Baby, God what you do to me. I want to be so deep in you all the time." He starts to slow his pace and I feel another orgasm coming. He leans down and sucks my nipple into his mouth, hard, and I'm gone. I feel like I'm flying. I scream his name over and over.
"Maya, yes," he groans and comes with me. My pussy is convulsing around his cock and I feel him shooting jets of semen into me.
He holds me against the wall for a moment.
I feel his cock still in me. He pulls out, lowers my legs, and starts to wash me off.
This man insists on taking care of me. Can I let him do it?
I want him to, but can I? It has been just me for so long.
Yeah, I have Greg and Derek, but I even keep them at arm's length.
I look at him and he's looking at me with a small smile and a thoughtful look.
"What're you thinking, Duncan?" I ask worriedly.
"Don't freak out, baby, okay?"
"Okay." I hope I can keep that promise.
"I was thinking how nice it would be to have morning showers like this all the time."
I pause. He's thinking along the same lines I sort of was. I smile at him. How do I say this?
"I wish that were possible." Immediately, his face falls.
"We need to get ready," he says gruffly. I see the disappointment in his face and grab his arm.
"I didn't say I don't want it, Duncan. I just don't know how to make it happen yet. I'm not ready to give up my job, and I couldn't stand the thought of you giving up yours."
"I know, Maya, but, baby, I can't go another six months like these last. I want to be with you all the time, not just on random weekends. I'll also not be able to handle seeing you with someone else."
"I only want you, Duncan. That's a certainty. I'm not seeing anyone else and I don't want to."
"Who were you texting yesterday?" I have to tell him. I have to give him a little of me.
"I was texting Derek and Greg to let them know I landed safely."
"Why?"
"They're like my family there. Derek is my friend and Greg is his father." Honestly that should work.
"What? I knew about Greg, but his son is your partner?" He looks confused.
"Yes, someday I'll explain more, but please believe me. They're my closest friends there. Okay?"
"Okay."
We finish washing and get ready to head to James’s place.
I decide to wear a white sweater dress with a shawl jacket in tan and my knee-high boots.
I feel a little overdressed for brunch, but I know this is perfect.
He's watching me dress and smiles when he sees the complete look.
I start to put my knife in my boot and he laughs, shakes his head, and turns around.
I put on only a minimal amount of makeup and braid my hair into a long plait down my back.
"You've panties on right, baby?"
"Yes, honey, I couldn't torture you like that at your father's. Besides, I wouldn't be able to sit still with you in the room and me with no panties. I'd also be afraid to bend over in this outfit." He laughs again and hugs me to him, kissing me.
"You're so beautiful. This is an old-style jacket. I haven't seen one like it in a while."
"Thank you, you aren't so bad yourself. It was my father's jacket. I always loved it and it keeps him close to me."
He's wearing a similar outfit to the first time I met him.
He's in black slacks, a gray Henley, and a black jacket.
His dark hair is pushed back from his face and he's unshaven again.
I like the complete look; it appears like I just had my hands in his hair and I want the burn on my thighs from his scruff.
I'm pretty sure he knows what I'm thinking, because he groans as he grabs my hand and pulls me out of the flat.
We're at James's for an early brunch. He thinks I just got off a plane. I know I don't look like I did, and he looks thoughtfully at Duncan. I guess Duncan is right, we can't lie to them anymore.
"Darling, is my son treating you okay?" I choke on my tea. "Maya, are you alright?" He reaches across to hand me a napkin as I set my teacup down.
"Yes, sorry, James, went down the wrong pipe." Duncan is smirking next to me.
Treating me right? Well, I could say after multiple orgasms, of course, he's treating me okay. However, I just smile at James and ignore the question.
"Did I hear my Maya girl?" I turn to see Uncle Marcus walking down the stairs.
I've only talked to him one other time since his call in October. I'm not sure, but something has changed between us. I'm more uncomfortable around him than I’ve ever been. He also keeps pressing me with questions.
"Uncle Marcus, you made it here. When did you get in?" I walk over and give him a kiss on the cheek. He holds me tightly to him and I feel uncomfortable. His hands stroke my back. He finally pulls away but still holds my hand.
"Yesterday morning. How was your flight this morning?"
"It was good." I hope he wasn't on a flight near my time, if so the secret would be out.
Uncle Marcus is worse than an old lady about gossip.
We walk back to Duncan and James; I pull my hand from his.
I sit next to Duncan again with Marcus sitting in a chair next to me. He's looking at Duncan and me.
"So, how did your date with Lawrence go?"
"Date?" Duncan growls. James looks at us with a twinkle in his eye.
"Uncle Marcus, I just had dinner with him once, while he was in DC.
It wasn't a date. For one, I'm not interested and for two, I can't." I look at Duncan, trying to calm him down.
I know he has a bit of a jealous streak, that's why I didn't tell him about dinner.
Plus, it was just dinner, there's no way Lawrence is my type.
After Duncan, no man but him is for me. Wait?
Did I just think that? Yes, only Duncan. The comfort of that thought soothes me.
"Why? I want you officially a part of this family. I invited Lawrence to the New Year's Eve party." I groan and hear Duncan growl again. He's going to give us away.
"Who's Lawrence?" he asks angrily.
Again, I look at James, and he's smirking and winks at me, he knows. The jig is up.
"He's my nephew. Why do you ask?" Marcus answers rather snootily. His fingers are laced in front of his face like he is contemplating something huge.
"Well, for your information, Uncle Marcus, Maya is my date for the New Year's Eve party," he states.
I'm dumbstruck. How could he say it just like that?
"Really?" Ana says from the entry.
James has a very pleased look on his face, while Marcus looks like he swallowed nails. I don't know what to say.
"Ana, I've missed you so much." I walk over to her and give her a big hug.
She's lost weight and her eyes appear sunk in.
She's not her vibrant self, and as I pull away and see Jonathon over her shoulder, I know why.
I want to hurt him. I want to cut off his balls.
How dare he hurt her? I actually want to kill him.
He's doing something to my Ana. Duncan walks up behind me and puts his arm around my waist.
"Yes, Sis, she took pity on this English wanker and is going to the New Year's Eve party as my date. Plus, we're having dinner together tonight."
"Really, I'm so happy for you both." Her smile is so bright and all I want to do is keep that smile on her face. Jonathon walks up behind her and puts his hand on her shoulder. She flinches at the contact, and the light in her eyes disappears. That's it.
"Ana, darling, come with me." I lead her out of the library, up the stairs, and toward her old bedroom.